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Thursday, November 26, 2009
Fighting Air
Not really seen but always there
The soft breeze blows through my hair
But blinds my eyes, not playing fair.
Dear air, I know you're there
I know you tease me, not to despair
Living in this space we share
We both know our worlds don't tear.
Oh air, I know you've always been there
It's no place of mine to compare
You've lived a lifetime, oh no I don't dare
I'm hardly even worse for wear.
Let's leave this at this, if you care
I'm struggling, braving against your gale affair
These clinging constrictions I have to pare
Leave me like this, I'll see how I fare.
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